It's A Start

It's a start. I wouldn't say this is a new blog, though, I quipped to myself that it's a reinvention of myself. Looking back at my old blogs, I would say it was dark and morbid, enlightening my friends and possibly family about this dark side that never surfaced. I don't promise this blog to be optimistic - filled with rainbows, skittles and unicorns. Tempting though. I guess this would be a platter of the truth, however served, warm, cold, medium, rare, sexy with hot abs. Hence the name "silver of truth."

To kickstart this blog, I guess I'll delve into this whole philosophical shenanigan about truth and lies. People are delusional. They would rather be entangled in Aunt Denial's web of lies, where she would meld them into fake superficial warmth, the web slowly closing up on them, and before they know it, they would be suffocated in the delusion. Delirious perhaps. But I guess they are contented with lying to themselves. A dogged-denial of the cold hard truth. Be it the simple fact that they play God. Or the more, hmm, dramatic effect of their husbands having an affair.

We drown ourselves with what ifs and what nots. What if he loved me. What if she didn't leave me. What if. What if. Life is too short for "What ifs." Trust me, I've been there. I pride in being delusional, not accepting truths at face value. I'd rather cast a veil over my eyes than see the monstrous truth behind some people. Why? Probably fear of the unknown, the unpredictability - I can't deal with that. The sheer fact that if by acknowledging the truth could ruined me, I rather not know at all.

But you see, life has a funny way of dealing with you. It dispensate the lessons on a pathway that you'll pass, and if you don't learn from the lesson, well, let's just say that it's your loss. We all want closure. Even if it's by swallowing the cold and hard truth, even though stomaching it might turn your belly into ice. We all need closure. They say that the truth will set you free. Or perhaps, put you in a whole new prison. And only the truth can lead to closure. Which brings me to an end by encompassing this quote by Shakespeare that I've learnt by hard.

"And by a sleep to say we end, the heartaches and the thousand natural shock the flesh is heir to. Tis' a consummation, devout'ly to be wish'd."